A Simple Complication called Life

The Bull

I look at the proud, large beast in front and I look at the flowing river. The river is not raging but it flows, flows with a consistent speed, not destroying but not silent either. It just flows.

The bull meanwhile looks at me completely disinterested, his big horns shining in the evening sun. I approach the beast and tap it on the back. It looks at me and knows its time. I catch the rope tied to its neck.

I tap on its back again before giving myself a push and haul on its back. I adjust myself to maintain the balance. An unbalanced posture means falling off. The bull gently taps its front foot, the sound of hoof barely audible over the sound of flowing water.

I catch hold of the rope and using my legs hit the bulls belly. Its a signal for the bull, signal to move forward. It moves, one step at a time, toward the water.

I hold the rope more tightly. It enters the river. I wait, my breathing almost stops.

The flowing water hitting against the bull’s hoofs. It moves forward deeper into the river, the level of water rising as I feel the water against my legs.

Maybe my heart skips a beat but I hold on. The water isn’t raging but it flows. I may have underestimated the river. It flows and the bull drifts a little. It steadies on the firm ground below against the river current.

And suddenly it charges, into the river. I get pushed back a little but hold on. The water rises around us. The bull cuts through the water with me holding tight.

As the water rises, I look at the other end. The shore is quite far away. I pull the rope and the bull stops. Water rushes around us trying to knock us off our feet. I look around. Without the steady feet of the bull, I would be washed away.

The river is known for its crocodiles. Maybe the bull knows it. If its afraid, he doesn’t show it. But I am. I look around. Every wave looks seems like a life is lurking below it. I turn the bull around slowly, to head back to where we came from.

It looks at the bank of the river and knows what to do. It darts again to the shore with the current trying to push us. It diverts a little. I hold on. Its like a boat cutting across the strong river current. It reaches the shore and I get down. I am still half-body in water. I rush to the bank. There may be crocodile. I struggle and finally reach firm solid ground. The bull is amused.

I breathe heavily as I am on my knees to catch on my breathe.

The bull is still in water and looks at me without any interest, again!

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Note: Based on a dream/nightmare I had today. Really did not understand the meaning of the dream but I guess I don’t understand most of my weird dreams.